In and out hitting the spot she loves hitting. She falls on her side and motions me to keep going. I feel as if she having a stroke of some kind. Yet ... pump her in and out. going out and right back in. I feel the juice she put off and its hot. Feels thick and so slippery. She finished and rolls on her back. Pulls me to her and pulls her legs upward. Athletic legs and always this way. She can tuck her heels behind her head, has done this many times. It produces a gets platform for me,. I must have corrupted him. Oh, Goddess, how vile I am. He was noble and proud and I corrupted him and took pleasure in it. ‘I’m a slut.’ Shame dripped from her lips. ‘Yes, you are.’ ‘I’m a slut.’ This time certainty joined the shame. ‘The only reason you’re not a courtesan or some tavern whore right now is because of me.’ His voice and demeanor demanded her gratitude as he looked down upon her in more ways than one. ‘I restored your respectability. I tamed you. Even though you ruined me I. Kneeling before me she hoisted my legs over hershoulders and pulled aside my panties. The dildo pressed against me andthen she was in, pushing harder and harder for more penetration. As sheworked her way into me she pulled my purse from where it hung loosely on myshoulder and threw the short strap over my head. The thick, purple leatherstrap pulled tight around my neck."How does that feel my little puck bunny?" Kathy's voice asked through thefog, "Am I filling you up?" And then some," I replied. I insisted and she replied, “My husband is a big loser and drunkard, he came drunk last night and beat me for silly reason.” I consoled her “It looked so bad, let me apply some boroline on that” she told me let it go but I insisted and took some borolene and applied on her wound. She was very happy and thanked me with a big smile.Next one week I was in Mumbai for some college work. When I was about to return my mom informed me that she was going to her friend and would return in the evening and.